Chapter 24

A few days passed peacefully, and Roger finished his work during the vacation and had some free time. There was still more than a month before the day of the business trip to Europe, so Roger slowed down his pace a little, working and taking some time to relax.

One morning, Lulu said to him as soon as she saw him: "Secretary Luo, you look good recently? Your skin has become brighter."

Roger touched his face: "Really?"

Lulu nodded desperately: "Much better than before. You looked haggard some time ago, and I was worried that you would faint at your workstation..."

Roger was a little embarrassed at once, he thought he had hidden it well. It turns out that everyone can see that his complexion is bad, so why did he apply foundation every day some time ago.

—— How bad is it that even foundation can't cover it up?

"I didn't have a good rest some time ago. Something happened at home..." Luo Jie said vaguely, "Well, if you have time, water the flowers in the tea room. I haven't watered them for a long time. They are all dry."

"Okay, Secretary Luo, I'll go right away."

During this period, the president didn't come to find fault with him. Maybe he was taking care of his mood. How should I put it? This man still has a conscience. Luo Jie goes to work and gets off work on time every day. After work, he can go to the gym to lift weights when he has time. While sweating, his body will also get rid of some gloomy emotions. He feels that he is almost out of the shadow of a broken heart.

This morning, he was replying to an urgent email on behalf of the president, and suddenly received a WeChat message from a friend.

When Roger saw Youyou's profile picture light up, he was stunned.

Youyou asked him: "How are you doing recently?"

——Whether she is fine or not, what does it have to do with you.

Scumbag.

His originally calm mood was stirred up again because of a message.

We have broken up, and she still cares about me, what's the point.

At the top of the mobile phone dialog box, it kept showing "the other party is typing". After typing for a long time, there was still no new conversation prompt.

What does she want to do?

Roger's eyes turned red little by little, he forgot to reply to the email, and stared at Youyou's profile picture in a daze.

He didn't want to admit that he still had feelings for Youyou, but after all, she was the woman he had liked for three years. Although this woman was cold, ruthless, selfish, and cheated on him——but Roger still liked her and couldn't extricate himself. Sometimes love is like this, you can't tell why you love her, you may love her face, love her personality, and in the end even love her shortcomings, even if these shortcomings are fatal.

Youyou's profile picture is still the same as before, a blue ocean with a green island in the middle.

Youyou said that she is like this island, in the center of the ocean, and only the birds that fly the farthest will pass by.

- Damn, Roger felt very powerless about himself. Why should he be so soft-hearted to a scumbag? And she is a lesbian who cheated on marriage.

He replied to Youyou with a pale face: "Why?"

Youyou didn't reply in time, maybe she was also thinking about how to word it more appropriately.

"Come out for dinner tonight?"

Roger typed with difficulty: "Why?"

They didn't seem to be in a relationship where they could sit together for dinner, and they might even fight.

"I have something to tell you."

Roger: "I'll tell you right here."

"Please, at least give me a chance to confess?"

Roger was silent.

"Okay."

He wanted to see how she wanted to confess.

The restaurant was booked by a friend, a French restaurant. There was a weird nude sculpture at the entrance, which made Roger feel uncomfortable and he always had a bad feeling.

She booked a private room. Roger found that rich people were like this, paying special attention to privacy. They might be afraid of exposing their private morality in public. If their morality was not good, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be seen by acquaintances?

The waiter led Roger in. Youyou sat near the door and stood up when she saw Roger: "You, you're here."

She bit her lower lip, still looking familiar to Roger - innocent and lovable.

Roger walked around and sat down at the seat farthest from her.

Youyou snapped her fingers, asking the waiter to serve the food, then hesitated and sat down next to Roger in her high heels.

Roger looked at her warily: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I have something else to do and I'm in a hurry to go back."

"What do you want?" Youyou said, believing that he was lying.

"Work."

"Lie." Youyou pouted. His work was not important, and it seemed inappropriate to say that - but how important could a secretary be? He didn't need to worry about work in his personal time.

"Believe it or not," Roger said, moving aside calmly, "What do you want to talk to me about? Just say it."

At this time, the waiter came in and served the dishes, starting with the appetizer, raw ham with cheese, and a little salad.

Youyou was still hesitating, which made Roger wonder, what on earth did she want to say?

The air seemed to be stagnant, and Roger felt very anxious. He saw that there was wine on the table, which should be some kind of aperitif, served in a high-footed glass, exuding a not-so-strong smell of wine.

In order to relieve his anxiety, Roger picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Hmm, dry white wine, very refreshing. Delicious.

"Well, I was too much to you before." Youyou said in a trembling voice. Roger didn't look back at her, but even if he didn't turn his head, he knew what Youyou was looking at at the moment. She must have frowned, lowered her head slightly, and looked at Roger with a begging attitude. This is a woman's weapon, and Youyou knows how to use it.

"So?" Roger said softly.

"I know that no matter what I say or do now, it can't make up for the damage you have suffered." Youyou stretched out her hand, hesitated, and gently touched Roger, "But I really hope to alleviate your pain a little, and my guilt."

Youyou put something on the table, it was a bank card.

Roger smiled and stared at the small card: "How much money?"

Youyou probably thought this trick worked - yes, who can refuse a large sum of money that may change their lives. She sat down next to Roger and held his arms with both hands. Her hands were very cold, and Roger shivered violently.

"There are 10 million in it, is it enough?" Youyou said, hesitantly leaning her head on Roger's shoulder.

Roger picked up Youyou's glass and drank the wine in it in one gulp.

When he stood up, he brought Youyou with him, and Youyou's thin body almost fell to the ground.

She bit her lower lip, not understanding what Roger meant: "Not enough?"

"I took your money, and then what?" Roger finally had the courage to look her in the eye. This woman was still so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, but without human presence, like a painted skin on a female ghost. "Do you want me to forgive you? Reconcile with you? Or do you want me to give me the money and we'll go our separate ways and never see each other again?"

Youyou's tears slid down. She looked at Roger and said hesitantly: "Could it be... that you don't love me anymore?"

Someone else came in to serve the dishes, this time soup. Roger waved to the waiter: "Give me some wine, right away."

The waiter was stunned and looked at Youyou hesitantly.

Youyou nodded gently.

The waiter left and brought a bottle of red wine. This lady, who was not very tactful, held up the wine and slowly introduced its brand and origin. Roger said impatiently, "Just open it!" She stopped talking, stood humbly at the table, and opened the cork with a corkscrew.

"I love you, and then what?" Roger said, no longer holding any hope in his heart.

Youyou's pale face finally turned a little red. She leaned over and tried to take Roger's arm again: "You love me, maybe we can start over... We can get married and have a cute baby in the future. You can use this money to start a company and be your own boss. Our whole family will invest in you. You will become a truly successful person and don't need to rely on connections to get into the evening parties of the upper class..."

"Is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?" Roger's eyes turned red, and his heart felt like a needle stabbing.

"No, no, that's not what I mean." Youyou said in panic, and her posture became even lower. "It's up to you. You can do whatever you want."

"Marry me... Don't you like women?"

With a "pop" sound, the cork jumped out of the wine bottle. The waiter opened his mouth wide and stared at Youyou, who looked harmless.

Youyou looked annoyed and glared at the waitress: "Get out!"

The waitress put down her wine and said crisply: "Okay." She looked at Luo Jie sympathetically before leaving the box.

Luo Jie poured himself a glass of wine: "Can you change this problem?"

Youyou bit her lower lip, seeming to be embarrassed. After a mental struggle, she finally spoke weakly: "It's hard to say. But no matter what my orientation is, it will not affect our marriage. I know you are a good man, and good men will never lack women. Whatever you want to do after marriage, I won't interfere..."

With a "boom", a bolt of lightning struck Luo Jie's head. He stared at Youyou in astonishment and said in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"You don't understand?" Youyou's face turned red with shame, but no matter how embarrassed she was, she still wanted to finish her words, "Our marriage is open, open marriage, that is, you can have other women, and I can, I can also have other women..."

Rumble.

Roger felt like he had turned into a charred corpse, "Are you talking like a human being? You want to buy my future life with 10 million? Use me to have a child? You are cheating on me!"

Shameless! Scum!

What's the difference between this and those dead gays who cheat on me!

Youyou looked at him timidly and said, "I didn't cheat on you. I'm not, I'm not negotiating with you."

Luo Jie's blood was boiling. He looked at Youyou and wanted to tear off the mask of this woman who was pitiful, weak and innocent, to see what her face was made of and how she could say such shameless and bottom-line words.

He sneered, "No negotiation, impossible, unless you have 100 million."

Youyou's face turned pale, "100 million... This is a bit difficult, but it's not impossible. Can you pay in installments?"

Evil capitalists, disgusting homosexuals. Luo Jie was so desperate that he actually felt a little cold and loved whoever he loved. He picked up the full red wine glass and drank it all in one breath.

He looked at Youyou coldly, no longer showing her any sympathy: "Stop dreaming, you don't deserve it. Take your filthy money and get out. Go and have your homosexuality, I think sooner or later you will be abandoned by women, and become a poor insect spurned by the whole world."

Youyou was stunned, her face turned red and white because of Roger's ridicule: "You - I won't bother with you. You just haven't thought it through, I can give you some time to think about it..."

Roger pushed the table and stood up with a whoosh. He was drunk and felt dizzy from time to time. "Don't think about it, goodbye - never again."

He fled from this suffocating space in a hurry.

Arriving at the lobby, the door was easy to find, right in front of the naked statue. See, he said that the statue was unlucky, and it

turned out to be true... How unlucky.

He stumbled toward the door and bumped into a few waiters passing by with trays. He didn't have time to apologize, but just held back his tears, eager to send himself into the dark night.